Chicken Feet
We talked about chicken feet.
In you car, flying above limits we collided opinions.
"At least they use the whole chicken." You said.
I can't help but agree and wonder if this philosophy permeates at all because sometimes I want you to use the whole of me.
But you call at 10pm instead
And worship my shell;
my Ass.
Instead of me.
I would erect shrines in your honour.
That's how deep in this I am.
But I keep finding hairs on your sheets which means I'm crazy and you're lying and it hurts.
I want to remain whole in love.
Use my feet.
use me whole.
Not just my Ass for padding your hips.
About the Creator
A. Stewart
I am a YA author living on the West-Coast of Canada.
Find my book reviews at: wonderbreadreads
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